A Lad Insane

Synopsis: Toby has been a resident of the Brownholm Insane Asylum since his eighth birthday, tormented with waking nightmares of a certain Goblin King. Sarah, on one of her visits finds that these "visions" are truly visits from the one that she thought was merely a dream: and the King is using Toby to get to her. But Why?

AN:I'm talking to my best friend right now on the phone. WOw...I'm a multitasker. I'm typing, chewing gum and talking on the phone...wow...okay. Well todlay, we're gonna take a look at some other people in the Underground. Here we go...Okay, the VVV's stand for Vandilon.

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Vandilon stared into the dark crystal at the blonde teenager, smirking at the boy's thunderous expression as various thoughts of revenge on the Goblin King flittered through his mind. It was always a good thing when someone else was willing to do Vandilon's dirty work for him, he reflected. He vanished the crystal and stretched luxuriously, flicking silky dark hair out of darker eyes and stepped off the throne on to the floor. His Blixions slithered out of his way sinuously, indistinct body parts melding into each other. The lord of Etynad smiled, candlight flickering off of his white, sharp canines and he started singing to himself as he made his way to his bedchamber for a long-needed rest.

Oh what a beautiful evening, oh what a beautiful night...

I've got an Underground feeling, everything's turning out right...

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Sarah woke to find herself in a cozy room with a small wooden bed and forest green sheets, made out of a warm cotten-like material. She sat up slowly, not knowing where she was for a moment, but the day's events all came back in a rush when she saw the willowy fae standing at the window, staring out at a landscape she recalled like it had only been yesterday.

She was Underground.

Jareth turned to look at her, evening light casting sharp shadows on his aristocratic features. He didn't look sinister, exactly but...very imposing, like the principal that has on several occasions been nicer than you know you deserve. She slid out of bed, only slightly self-concious in the dark green pajamas that had been provided. The Goblin King smiled at her.

"I personally thought a light, short nightgown would have suited you better in this weather," he said sweetly, "but I see I was wrong. That green is a lovely color on you, and the nightdresses I had thought of would have been all too revealing. For now." Sarah blushed and checked to make sure that all the closures were done and in the right spaces. Jareth chuckled. "Sarah, I won't try anything at this moment. I just want you to understand what your role will be to the Underground. To me." He stepped forward and placed a hand on the back of her head, two-toned eyes boring into hers as he leaned in closer and closer.

"Was it truly you who...got rid of Mark?" She asked when he was just a hair's breadth away. He sighed, and she tasted his breath. It was like a summer's breeze that carried the scent of flowers on it.

"It was." He admitted. Sarah smiled at him a little bit.

"Is he dead?" She asked. Jareth drew back slowly, his searing gaze becoming almost ashamed as he nodded wordlessly. Sarah shook her head. "Why?"

"Because I will not allow anyone to hurt what is mine," he replied softly. Sarah stiffened.

"Yours? YOURS? Oh, boyo, you...I am NO man's property," She snarled and pushed herself back. Jareth drew himself up to his full towering height.

"As I RECALL, my queen," he replied sarcastically bowing, "you gave yourself to me in exchange for your brother. You DO belong to me, and you always will. You are MINE...FOREVER." Sarah stared at him, his words sinking in like a leaden weight. He was right. Forever. She sank slowly to the bed.

"Oh my god..." she breathed. "You...I didn't...But..."

"Sarah, if you finish a statement, I can reply, but if you just start sentences, there's really no useful conversation we can have," Jareth said. He softened slightly at Sarah's bewildered eyes. "Dinner's at eight, so...if you wish to eat join me. You'll enjoy Underground fare, I believe. There are clothes in that closet." He left through a tall wooden door, carved with extremely lifelike leaves that even pushed out of the wood to form a handle. Sarah stared at the wall numbly. Forever...

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Toby slammed a fist down on the table furiously. There was no way possible to defeat the Goblin King!

"Dammit!" He yelled. "I wish that there was someone who could help me get at him!" He covered his mouth quickly; he knew the power of idly spoken wishes. The wind whipped at the windows and the china shook in the cabinets, lights flickering like some mad dance party. Then the wind was suddenly in the room, whipping his blonde hair in his face and blinding him, taking the very air from his lungs, leaving him gasping...

And it was over. In the doorway stood a man, tall and willowy as Jareth, yet somehow different: his angles were sharper, though no less aristocratic and he moved with the grace of oil sliding on top of water. His hair was long and feathered and dark, secured from his face by sheer will, a long cloak spangled with stars and throwing fire slipping noiselessly across the floor as he strode towards Toby.

"Uh..." Toby said, lost for words. "Who...um, who are you?"The man smiled.

"I am Vandilon, lord of Etynad," he replied, with a voice like honeyed steel, "and I would like very much to help you defeat the Goblin King."

AN: Now we have a villian...